Death stood quietly by giving a short nod of understanding. He knew what he had to do and even if he didn’t like he was just glad no hula skirts were involved. Giving one last nod and a quick check to make sure his mask would stay in place, he was ready to go. Following the lead he walked with confidence but mentally he was thinking about how fast he was going have to move. He could do this, there wouldn’t be a problem at all.
It certainly wasn’t the first time he had to play bait and it wouldn’t be the last. Moving down the path he was finally thinking he could do this but then the group broke apart. He was alone with a few doubts. He paused only for a moment to watch the others go down their path. With a small huff he turned towards his route with a sigh. ”Ah, man.” Death muttered to himself. Fist balled, he would clack his knuckles together. Okay, he’s got this. It’s just a shake your tail feathers moment and run like hell. It was a piece of cake.
Death came to the last bend. Once he turned he knew he was going to be facing some lovely guards that would love to catch his pretty butt. Letting out one last breath of air, a small bounce on the balls of his feet and he was good to go. Sliding into view, he offered the group a good while promptly doing jazz hands in greeting. Saying nothing at all, he mentally groaned and once he was sure he had been seen and caught their interest, well, he was off. He turned on the balls of his heels military style, took four claiming steps back around the bin and took off in a dead sprint a moment later.
”God, I hate being bait.” Nyx thought to himself with a small whimper.